| Hung high and dry where no one can see
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| If there’s no one to blame, blame it on me
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| Storm in the sky, fire in the street
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| If there’s nothing but pain, put it on me
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| You are the cold inescapable proof
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| You’re the evil, the way in the life and the truth
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| You’re revival beginnin' and you’re genocide
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| And I watch in wonder
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| You are the cold inescapable proof
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| You’re the evil, the way in the life, and the truth
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| You’re revival beginnin' and you’re genocide
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| And I watch in wonder
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| Hung high and dry where no one can see
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| If there’s no one to blame, blame it on me
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| Storm in the sky, fire in the trees
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| If there’s nothing but pain, put it on me
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| I know that you'd never feel like I do
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| And I'd break into pieces right in front of you
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| And I'd burn down the city and string up the noose
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| And you'd watch in
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| Hung high and dry where no one can see
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| If there’s no one to blame, blame it on me
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| Storm in the sky, fire in the trees
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| If there’s nothing but pain, put it on me
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| I know that you'll never feel like I do
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| I will break into pieces right in front of you
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| I will burn down the city and string up the noose
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| And you’ll watch in wonder |